This fall we’ve finally made the decision to move to L.A. and have landed in glamorous, trashy Hollywood. So far we’re loving what L.A. has to offer, discovering hidden gems, and getting used to the craziness that is part of living in this wild city! In less than two months we’ve witnessed a guy get shanked while standing outside a bar, watched a semi-truck plow into a traffic light, and even discovered that our apartment building has a secret rooftop where we saw a shooting star flying over Hollywood while taking in the view the other day. Although San Diego is dear to our hearts, it was time to take a chance and put ourselves in the middle of the action. Frustration set in after awhile trying to juggle our ‘day-jobs’ and still find time to make trips to L.A. to buy fabric, etc. Production of new designs was pretty much at a stand-still because of that, but now we not only will have all the materials we need at our fingertips so we can finally put our new ideas into production, but we’re also in the right place for networking and collaborating. The highlight so far has definitely been our collaboration with EvilEyeCult. After only a few weeks of living here, we were contacted by EvilEyeCult’s creative director, Christopher Spencer, to help out on a last-minute photoshoot he was doing for W.I.A. Collections and Anaoana Collections. The crew (or ‘ratchet mob’ as Christopher calls it) showed up at our doorstep a few days after we spoke on the phone and a long night of prowling the Hollywood streets and taking photos ensued. Jeannette was in charge of shooting behind-the-scenes video, but we both assisted the models with makeup and accessories. We walked around our new hood finding interesting backdrops and rocking out one of the hottest clothing brands out there. W.I.A. and Anaoana are Spanish brands from Barcelona, and we love their aesthetic… baggy, unisex cuts with feminine prints for the ultimate badass. Models Yahaira Rosas and Sunamys Villalba both did the brand justice with their bold looks. Check out the behind-the-scenes photos Anji took with her iPhone and the video Jeannette cut to Kid Sister’s new track. Looking forward to many more collaborations in the future!
We’ve taken a little break from posting our Pop and Rock tracks of the month, but are getting back into it now. Rather than posting two different tracks, we’ve decided to choose a mix we’ve been listening to a lot lately. Check out Andrew Ward, a Miami house dj we met recently!
Day 1: London /// Our epic journey began at the lamest airport bar ever, waiting for our delayed flight. In the San Diego airport, amidst several toddlers and the worst lighting ever, we ended up having drinks with two fellow San Diegans who were also headed to London. When we finally boarded the plane, we were given free wine that tasted like crap. Jeannette got sick almost immediately, but made it to the bathroom before puking all over herself! Ten hours later we landed in London and noticed that Skrillex was at the baggage claim. He wasn’t impressive. By the time we got on the Tube we were delirious from lack of sleep. We got off the subway in Picadilly Square, right in the middle of Soho and were surrounded by a busy crowd and a confusing intersection. Although we had no idea how to get to the apartment that we had rented on Airbnb, we somehow miraculously chose the right direction to walk in and a few blocks up we arrived at pur place, tucked away in an adorable little alleyway off the clean and tidy Soho streets. We were greeted by the stylish and friendly Anders, wearing his swanky shoes, who led us up a tiny staircase to a beautiful studio apartment with high ceilings, a good book collection, and a magnificent window. Exhausted, we walked down the street and ate noodles for dinner at an over-priced place that looked like a museum, and then went home and fell asleep.
Day 2: London /// Anji stumbled literally seven steps out the door to grab coffee in the morning at a cute coffee shop in front of the apartment. Right away we realized that renting an apartment from Airbnb was a good move. Not only is it way more cost effective, but it really makes you feel like a local. Instead of being amongst all the other tourists at a hotel, we got to come and go from our very own place, so it felt like home. After a quick breakfast we took the Tube to visit two different neighborhoods: Camden Town and then Shoreditch. Camden Town highlights: lots of clothing vendors and a mega-store called Cyberdog that transports you back to the futuristic rave days of the early 90s. Shoreditch highlights: Brick Lane (a never-ending supply of street art, vintage clothing stores, record shops, fashionistas, trendy males, bars, and cafes), met a female graffiti artists named Ukey who was in the middle of doing a rad piece, and the PopRockThreads sticker bomb frenzy began. We ate at The Electricity Showrooms (a burger and fish chips), and once again were not impressed with the London cuisine. Later that evening, back in Soho, we wandered the busy yet peaceful streets filled with bars, clubs, and people. We chose Freedom Bar, where the cover fee was waived for us, and there was a drag show going on downstairs. Then we walked over to a club called Dstrkt, where they were charging around $30 for cover! We were hoping for something amazing at that price, but instead the place smelled like cumin and was filled with fancy elitists. There was no room at all to dance because of all the tables intended for bottle service for the high rollers….maybe Justin Bieber could’ve been there, but who cares, it was a waste of money.
Day 3: London /// We spent the day taking a long walk all around Soho. Highlights: shopping on Regent Street, sushi at Yoobi (finally some decent food), walking around Trafalgar square in the rain, and third row seats for Les Miserables. That night began pretty humbly without much excitement planned. Since we had to wake up at 5 am the next morning to fly to Spain, we decided we probably wouldn’t go anywhere special, so we didn’t even bother to go back and change out of our casual clothes that had been rained on earlier. Jeannette was in a t-shirt, Dr. Martens, and green baggy shorts, and Anji in Reeboks, leggings, and vintage floral jacket. We bar-hopped a little through all the gay bars in Soho and tried making conversation with a few groups of people on the street. We were feeling a bit disappointed with our London experience because nobody wanted to chat, until a guy stopped us on the street and gave us a hug for no reason. That was the good luck charm we needed, because on the walk home we stumbled upon a mysterious tiny dark alley with a black light. There wasn’t a sign to tell us what this place was, but out of curiosity we decided to get in line and give it a try. The bouncer told us it was going to be tough to get in, and they refused entry to the dapper men in front of us who were wearing nice suits, so we guessed our t-shirt and sneaker outfits weren’t going to cut it. We were extra lucky that night, though, and were shocked when another bouncer came out of the club, pointed to us, and told us to come in. No cover! We walked in and immediately knew this was going to be epic. This is the ‘underground’ type of place we knew existed, but had know way of finding out about. As we walked into a the door we realized it was a small old burlesque style theatre, still preserved in its old fashion glory and elegence, with sexy women in lingere posing on the stairway. We went up the dark stairs into the main theatre to find a small room full of beautiful people. Wondering how we even got in wearing such casual clothes and putting little effort into our appearance, we felt a bit out of place among the uber-stylish crowd, but took our entrance into the place as an awesome compliment to our funky sense of style and just went with it. We danced on the platform with a dancer that looked exactly like Naomi Campbell, and later the curtain opened to reveal topless girls thrashing around with lights flashing on stage. The rest of the show included artsy and provocative things like a Chinese woman getting white paint rubbed all over her naked body and a boy wearing a 10 foot long dildo with a microphone at the tip, which the sexy MC used to announce that it was time for the crowd to turn around and look behind us. The nude arial dancer spun around above our heads, suspended only by her hair! Then she took some chopsticks and stabbed her head. Fake blood splattered all over as she twirled around in the air. It’s called The Box Soho, and no photos were allowed inside. That night we got home around 3:00am, so we packed our bags and left for the subway at 5:00am without sleeping….rough, but definitely well worth it!
Day 4: Barcelona /// The trip was long. First a subway ride to the train station, then a train ride out into the countryside of London to the small Luton airport, then a shuttle bus, then a long wait at the airport. We finally arrived in Barcelona around 3:00pm and took a bus to the El Raval neighborhood. When we entered the loft-style apartment we had booked through Airbnb we got really excited. On the exterior, the street is dingy but with tons of character. It’s an old-school neighborhood mixed with all different cultures, young hipsters and elderly folk, with clothes hanging to dry off of every balcony. Once we opened the door, though, the apartment was completely renovated with a modern style kitchen and clean minimal decor. Exposed brick walls high ceilings and two huge wooden french doors leading to the sunny balcony that gave the place a stylish rustic feel. That first day we went to eat at a place called Rita Rogue, took a walk around and went to sleep early.
Day 5: Barcelona /// We had a tough time trying to find coffee in the morning. Most cafes were closed…it seems like Barcelonians get a late start to their days. One good thing about Barcelona is that it’s completely walkable. No need for subways, taxis, or bus…we walked everywhere. We explored El Raval, taking photos by the prolific graffiti and looking in vintage stores. We ate tapas at Otoxo 3 Hermanos, where we met a guy named Tino who suggested we rent some bicycles from his shop. Then we walked around the more touristy areas, ‘Las Ramblas’ and the Gothic Quarter, putting up stickers. La Rambla was very different that it has been in the past; less crowded and hardly any street performers, but the historic beauty of the gothic quarter is amazing! Later we indulged in the very first of caipirinha of the trip, which is a Brazilian drink that has always been both of our favorite drink since before we met. The bar we tried was called ’3334′ and the clever décor was made up of completely repurposed, up-cycled items. We got dressed and then hit the streets of el Raval, which were filled with a young crowd hanging out mixed with Filipino families getting off work. The music video for “AEIOU” by a group called Freeze was being projected on the wall when we walked into the first bar. Olympic Bar came next and turned out to be our favorite. The walls were painted turquoise, the caipirinhas were only $3.00 all day everyday, and it had a very hipster vintage vibe. We noticed a crew of girls with a flambouyant male. We introduced ourselves and learned that it was a Londoner, a Parisian, and a New Yorker all hanging out for the summer. We had no idea that it was Gay Pride week in Barcelona, so they took us to a pride festival that was happening at an outdoor plaza on the streets. We were impressed with everyone’s cool style and haircuts, and by the fact that the crowd was more than 50% female, as opposed to the mainly male-dominated gay events we’re used to. As we were walking home from the festival we saw a guy tagging up the walls and started chatting. His name was Sam, he was French, and he took us to meet his friends at Apolo, an after-hours club with a huge dance floor. We danced to some good house music, then left and peed in an alley next to an abandoned couch and baby seat!
Day 6: Barcelona /// Highlights: found a great restaurant called DoceTrece where we got awesome grilled pulpo (octopus) and yummy pan de tomate (Spanish tomatoe bread), took a very long walk all the way to the beach, and rented squeaky bikes from Tino for $5. We rode all around the gothic quarter and through stunning Ciutadella park, which had a beautiful elaborate fountain with spitting dragons and lots of people picnicking and chilling on the grass. Later we ate delicious empanadas at a place called “The Original” and went back to a couple bars in El Raval, including one called “Betty Ford”.
Day 7: Barcelona /// Highlights: watched a group of skaters tearing it up, got fresh juices at La Boqueria (huge outdoor food marketplace with vendors selling everything imaginable), and went vintage shopping on Carrer de Tallers and La Riera Baixas streets. When we got hungry we chose a café we hadn’t been to yet, sat down to order, and looked down to see a giant cockroach on the floor! We ran out and straight back to DoceTrece. They were having a fixed menu – an amazing 3 course meal that came with wine, salad, Sepia (a seafood similar to Octopus called “cuttlefish” that we had never heard of), and dessert for only 20 euros! It was our last Barcelona night, so we played it cool and went back to the 3334 Bar. We met Liang and his friend Jimmy (his Polish friend gave him this American name), who are architects that were participating in a competition to see who would be chosen to renovate the Real Madrid stadium.
Click below to scroll through our London/Barcelona photos and watch the VIDEO footage from our trip that Jeannette cut up to music!
Day 8: Ibiza /// When we landed in the desert climate of Ibiza we got into a cab that happened to be driven by a cool chick blasting her music. We checked into the Nautico Ebeso Hotel and were thrilled to see that our room had a huge balcony with a great ocean view. We went across the street, bought beach towels, and ate some delicious fresh grilled fish. Then we put on our bikinis and went to check out the tiny private beach right in front of our hotel. We discovered that all women of all ages go topless in Ibiza, so from then on we did the same! We took a walk and asked a few people about the clubbing scene, and we realized that it was going to be expensive (70 Euros) and require plenty of planning ahead to get tickets, so we decided to have a chill night. We ate some really gross pizza on Figueritas Beach (seriously, frozen pizza would’ve tasted better!) and called it a night.
Day 9: Ibiza /// After breakfast on the balcony we rented bikes and rode about 15 minutes to Dalt Villa, the charming old part of town that’s notorious for its maze of narrow, winding cobblestone streets and magnificent views. The old town really seems untouched by time with its entrance being a drawbridge leading to an ancient fortress and the local people going about their humble lives in the historical village. Eventually we ended up in a plaza where we ate some good tapas, quiche, and salad, and then rode back to Playa Figueritas to go lay out on the beach. At night we tried another restaurant in front of the beach that wasn’t very good, but it was a memorable meal only because Jeannette was mistaken for a Belgium girl by the restaurant’s owner, who came up to her and gave her a hug and kiss on the cheek! There were so many notorious music venues to choose from with events every single night of the week, but we finally chose DC-10 because it seemed more ‘underground’ than some of the others places, it was opening night for the club, and we liked the record label Hot Creations that was hosting the party with some good house music DJs. We had no idea what to expect, so we dressed to impress, but when we entered into the massive crowd of cool kids drenched in green light, casually dressed in shorts and sneakers, we realized the Ibiza nightlife is very chill. We liked the international vibe when going out in Ibiza. Everyone there is vacationing from all over the globe, so you get to hear all different languages and share the dancefloor with people of many different cultures. The music was great, so we made our way to the front without a problem and danced for hours. We only stopped dancing once to check out the bar, which was completely empty, and then learned why when we ordered two Heinekens that were by far the most expensive beers we’ve ever purchased in our lives.
Day 10: Ibiza /// When we finally rolled out of bed we ate breakfast at a café called Transylvania and just chilled at Figueritas beach for awhile. While sitting there topless, we were approached by a large surfer-looking dude in is 60s. He told us that his restaurant, Home Loos, has the best food (especially paella) on the island. At first we were a little uncomfortable, but soon realized Michel van der Loos was a very friendly ex pro-rugby player who was extremely passionate about his restaurant. We hung out at a cafe on the beach that afternoon drinking more caipirinhas, and later that evening we gave the Rugby man’s paella a chance. Luckily it was no joke. The paella was delicious and we got a big jug of amazing sangria while we chatted with Michel and watched him mingle with his beloved customers as he sucked on his lollipop. We decided we should walk off that enormous feast, so walked all the way back to Dalt Villa, which turned out to be even more mystical and fun and night because the old fort was lit up as we walked through and the streets were flooded with people dining at fancy restaurants on little cobblestone roads and shopping at all the stores. The sleepy old village that we had seen during the daytime really came alive at night.
Day 11: Ibiza /// We found out that our Spanish fashion blogger friend, Paula (Attitude at Rome) who we had met last summer at the La Jolla Fashion Film Festival, was living in Ibiza. Since her boyfriend was born and raised in Ibiza, he took us to get some delicious authentic Ibizian tapas and then we asked him to take us to his favorite beach. He drove us to a secluded spot on other side of the island called Platja de Galera. It actually wasn’t really a beach because there wasn’t any sand… just a cliff of smooth rock and crystal clear water. We snorkeled a little bit, captured a jellyfish that was lurking near, and then suddenly about and hour before sunset people started coming down the cliff to our area in herds. They were all carrying big loads of stuff and setting up camp. The vibe was completely hippie; many people were completely nude, others were playing guitar and singing, and some even set up little makeshift bars in homemade tents where they made and sold fresh mojitos! All this effort just for an hour or so of watching the sunset. As soon as the sun was out of sight, everyone applauded and packed up to leave, and we realized this was a ritual for them. We had tickets to SupermartXe at Priviledge that night, so we dragged our tired selves out to get a taxi and arrived at about 1:00am. The place was pretty empty when we got there, so we had to wait another two hours or so for the show to start. When it finally began, the performance was definitely a cool experience. There were arial dancers, a tightrope bicycle rider, flame throwers, wacky weird carnival people, and a carousel onstage with cartoon characters and barely dressed men and women. Drag queens and voguers performed along with other random characters as confetti came blowing down on us… so basically it was a circus. The party was still going strong into the morning hours, but by that time the nonstop action of the trip was starting to hit us so we went back to the hotel early feeling totally exhausted!
Day 12: Ibiza /// We decided we wanted to get tattoos together on this trip, so we headed back to Dalt Villa again to meet the supposedly infamous tattoo artist at Inkadelic. The shop was rad, but the experience was not. This was going to be the first tattoo for both of us, so we were pretty uncomfortable when the guy offered to give us the same lame tattoo he had done for someone else a few days before. Then he told us he was going to leave and gave us a pencil, telling us to draw what we wanted. Aren’t we supposed to pay him to do that? After waiting a long time for him to return, we finally left without the tattoos but happy that we didn’t get tattooed by that particular person! So it was our last night in Ibiza. We decided to go to the beach and then back to the Michel Van der Loos’ restaurant one last time before packing our bags and getting to bed so we could get some rest before our flight the next morning. It sounded like a good plan. The chill night we planned didn’t turn out that way due to the sangria that got us ready to explore again. We made the trek walking back to Dalt Villa for the second time that day, but this time headed straight for Calle de la Virgen, which we had read was the ‘gay’ area. The ‘gay area’ really only consisted of about 3 bars right next to eachother perched up on a little hill, but these places were old-school and ‘cave-like’; the real deal. This is the place to go if you’re looking for the dopest drag queen you’ve ever seen, elegant yet edgy Shayron Hdez. The drinks we ordered were way too strong, and we met a wild birthday boy and started buying him shots. That’s when we lost track of time and lost the good decision-making abilities we had had for the entire trip so far. We had a blast, but don’t remember walking back to the hotel or getting in bed! So….inevitably, the one thing we were most worried about ended up happening.
Day 13: Paris /// We suddenly woke up the next morning and jumped out of bed, freaking out as we realized we were supposed to be at the airport for our flight and hadn’t even set the alarm that night. There was no way we could make it in time. Grumpy and hungover, we reluctantly bought outrageously expensive plane tickets for a later flight to go to Paris where another Airbnb host was waiting to show us our rental apartment. We just had to keep reminding ourselves that worse things could’ve happened to us on this trip… lesson learned! When we finally arrived in Paris we went on the stinky Metro and got off at Les Halles, a spooky underground maze where we walked in circles until eventually we got out of there emerged onto Rue Saint-Denis, a busy street filled with pedestrians, shopping, and food. The apartment was up two flights of spiral stairs above a restaurant, smack in the middle of the dirty, overcrowded city center. We loved the apartment, though. A pink door led to a studio loft that was decorated with golden angel wings hanging from the ceiling, a corner of green artificial turf with a red locker, and a creepy black mannequin hanging out on the balcony and ready to scare the crap out of us every time we stepped outside. A miniature staircase takes you up to the bed that’s on top of the kitchen, looking down on the apartment. We loved the eclectic, funky style mixed with the classic Parisian building. That day we made a bold move and skipped the French food to go try out an Afro-Cuban restaurant that was packed with locals. There was music, dancing, fried plantains…not what you would expect from France, but you know a restaurant is good when its so packed that you have to squeeze into half of a table and not one person there looks like a tourist. And…lucky us, we got the table that had a yin-yang sign painted on it!
Day 14: Paris /// Although our street was covered in trash, it was like a catwalk. We didn’t notice too many USA tourists, but the street was packed with people from all over. From traditional bright African colors and braids, to tall models in heels, to funky hip hop boys and girls… people watching was definitely fun and inspirational. We noticed that many men carry purses and everyone owns amazingly cool tennis shoes. We love to see how the Parisians mix American style with their own French style to balance and contrast, like a basketball team hat worn with heels or baggy pants and tennis shoes with an elegant gold necklace and red lipstick. Highlights: a two hour walk all the way to the famous Pere Lachaise Cemetary in the heat, visited Jim Morrison’s grave and took photos among the beautifully elaborate tombs and monuments, took the Metro to Le Marais (a pretty area with lots of art galleries, cafes, and boutiques), ate a tasty Jewish appetizer platter at Le Faux Prophetes, and went for a nighttime walk along the Seine river, past Notre Dame.
Day 15: Paris /// We had planned to spend the day at the Pompidou art museum, so we were sad to find out that it was closed. Anji had the idea of finding a labrynth garden. Paris is very big and spread out (not as ‘walkable’ as the other cities we visited), so we took the Metro to Jardin des Plantes. We walked through short waist-high bushes in a spiral for about 2 minutes, which led to a tiny gazebo on top and a couple of other people muttering “this is pathetic” under their breath… not really a labrynth after all, very disappointing. The gardens where pretty, though, and we got a basil-lemon ice cream cone. Then we returned to Le Marais for a snack of cheese and bread. This quaint, hip hood was great for people watching. Parisian boys are just as pretty as the girls… both carry themselves with such a suave attitude and finesse that it almost doesn’t even matter what they’re wearing. Male or female, any outfit looks hot and sexy when paired with an air of elegent confidence! We checked out the stylish peeps and great vintage stores, and met one particularly noticeable personality, who calls himself Yu Mascarade, at Kilo Shop (where you can buy vintage clothes based on the weight). Later we explored more in the Châtelet/Les Halles area near our apartment and ate a more traditionally French meal of rumpsteak and duck in creamy green pepper sauce.
Day 16: London /// We took the Eurostar train to London. The ride was amazingly fast (2 hours), but we quickly went from sultry hot weather to coldness. This time we rented an Airbnb in Shoreditch, a much more gritty urban feel than our prior stay in Soho. The apartment wasn’t impressive, but the location was…right in the middle of Brick Lane. There was graffiti and other types of street art literally everywhere you look, many by famous street artists like Banksy. In fact, one clever artist named DePajaro has covered the neighborhood with his tag “Art is Trash“. We realized what this meant once we started seeing trash left out on the sidewalks, cardboard boxes and old mattresses, turned into art pieces overnight! He adds three-dimensional features like legs and makes little characters out of these pieces of garbage. We didn’t have time to do much that evening, but we did try Indian food (supposedly London’s best type of cuisine), and once again were let down. Then we just enjoyed walking along Brick Lane surrounded by art, going into vintage stores and coffee shops. Highlights: Rough Trade music store (home of Rough Trade Record Label), and beer at Café 1001.
Day 17: Adios /// Not much more to say. We were sad to say goodbye to Europe. Thank goodness for Airbnb and GPS!
Click below to scroll through our Ibiza/Paris/London photos and watch the VIDEO footage from our trip that Jeannette cut up to music!
Inspiration for this video came from a gritty, rough song by Dirty Beaches. We had just finished filming a video with rapper Indigawd that has more of a hip hop style, so we wanted to make a video that was more ‘rock’ to contrast the ‘pop’. Inspired by old videos of Christain Hosoi skateboarding in the 90s, Jeannette came up with the idea to involve skaters. Conveniently, the perfect skatepark is located just down the street and it’s legit! The WSVT is located directly under the freeway and was built by skaters for skaters. It’s decked out with artsy mosaics and has a labyrinth of crazy pools and drops that only the hardcore can attempt. We decided to call up Stephanie Sandoval, a mutual friend that we once met at a bar, who happens to be a model. She has a ‘je ne sais quoi’ air about her that has a tinge of mystery…but she gave us the news that she was planning to move to L.A. a few weeks later. We had to rush and get the video planned in a short amount of time. Right away we decided to stick with a similar approach as the previous video and feature our leggings and create a custom shirt for Stephanie. Since Cleopatra is considered to be the all-time powerful seductress, we asked Macy to paint an Egyptian eye on a striking metallic fabric that we integrated into our own handmade casual baseball-tee design to achieve the perfect ‘streetwear vs. elegance’ balance.
Around 10am Stephanie showed up with Maria, the photographer, and Sarah, a makeup artist. While they began makeup magic, we busted out the Evol shots and some cold Modelos. Then we took off, all crammed into one sexy convertible with music blaring and a big, hot pizza sitting on Anji’s lap. By noon shooting had begun and little by little the skaters started trickling in, eating their pizza, and showing off their skills. They were all super daring, doing their wildest tricks over and over again to get the right shot. With the help of Robert Knauf, we were able to capture all the best shots. One of the skaters happened to have a vintage car parked outside that he offered to let us use, which ended up being a great unexpected accessory. Then we stopped by Bar Pink to capture Stephanie rolling around on top of the pool table, but she got kicked off so it was a wrap. The video has a total California feel, and Stephanie represented the ‘magic woman’ that all women possess inside them, but only few tap into. Wherever she roams there is a trail of fans in a trance…doing tricks for her! We can’t quite understand the lyrics of the song, but there’s a vibe, a sexual vibe, that Alex of Dirty Beaches creates with this rhythmic trance-like sound that, like a soundtrack, lends itself to the bewitching powers of a woman. Everything worked out well and Stephanie went home, packed, and moved herself to LA the next morning. We have a feeling she’ll be successful out there…and even the magic eight ball says ‘most likely’. Check out a few of Maria’s best photos below and watch the film on our VIDEO page!
We knew her as ‘Indigo Vanity’ 3 years ago from her Jerkin’ days and Ranger$ track ‘Rock Your World’, but now she is indiGAWD and ready to rule the world. When we drove up to the LA area to meet Indigo and discuss collaboration plans, we shared a 40oz and then ended up in a donut shop…wierd, but it just felt right. We wanted to create a short video that would be a promo for our brand as well as something Indigo could use to feature music from her new project NOIR. As soon as we got home we began creating two make-shift backdrops: holographic paper glued to giant foam boards, and a neon green plastic ‘hazard’ barrier that we found at Home Depot. We had already been working on several prototypes for hoodie-vest ideas, one was a long velvet hoodie with a two-color hood and the other was black with small gold spikes. Rather than finalizing the design we had been working on, we decided to take that concept and make a one-of-a-kind customized hoodie for Indigo. Luckily we have an amazingly artistic friend, Macy Aalto, who agreed to collaborate with us and paint Indigo’s name ‘grunge style’ in white iridescent paint on the back of the vest!
Several weeks later we were ready to go. Our Saturday began early at the Mahal Style studio, where the two of us managed to assemble a big 8×8 metal frame as fast as we could. Then we put Missy Elliot on Pandora and chilled out while Rochelle got to work on hair and makeup. We love how she kept Indigo’s hair naturally curly and braided some cornrows on one side. While we were prepping the lights, the ice cream truck came by and we bought some mexican candies and a paleta de chamoy. As soon as we hit the record button, Indigo came to life and started dancing her booty off. She definetely worked the camera like a pro with major swag, making us very happy to be working with a performer like her. Since we filmed the whole video ourselves, it was really a learning experience for us. We got all smoky with a fog machine to get some serious mood effects and played around with different lighting and lenses. The backdrops we made were expirements, and even though the end result was a bit different than we had imagined, we still thought it looked pretty cool! The neon plastic turned out looking a lot like chain-link fence and the hologram paper became very colorful on camera. Next we changed looks to feature our Electric Leggings and one of our favorite vintage jackets that has a Matrix-style look. We headed to the train tracks to get some footage of Indigo walking around looking bad-ass with the graffiti and city skyline in the background.
Indigo stayed the night in San Diego so we could show her around, and we definetely had fun hanging out. She is the perfect combination of adorable and fierce. One minute she would get all gangsta and start rapping freestyle, and the next minute she would ask us if she could please have a plate of cucumber slices! She’s one of those females that we feel represents our brand well with her sense of individuality and confidence, a very talented rapper with tons of style who truly isn’t afraid to be herself no matter what others think. We hope to continue meeting more women with a similar attitude that we can collaborate with in the future as our brand emerges. Check out the behind-the-scenes photos we took during the shoot below. Watch the final product on our video page and get ready for Indigawd to drop her lyrics soon on ‘Choca’, the NOIR track that is featured in the video!